hahahahaha! I swear facebook does things! Funny crazy things.

http://oddee.com/item_96937.aspx

He died.

I’m not going to write something original today. I just saw this film, kiddie, yet I really like that movie!

M.Magorium: (in a quiet sigh) oh, Mahoney…
Mahoney: Don’t go.
M.Magorium: My darling
Mahoney: I’m not ready, I’m not ready for it to end.
M.Magorium: I’m sorry.
(Mahoney sits down a step)

When King Lear dies in Act Five do you know what William Shakespeare has written? He’s written, He Dies.
That’s all, nothing more. No fan fare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words.
The culmination of the most influential work of the dramatic literature is, He Dies. It takes Shakespeare’s genius to come up with, he dies.
And yet every time I read those two words I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria.
And I know its only natural to be sad, but not because of the words he dies, but because of the life we saw prior to the words.
I’ve lived all five of my acts Mahoney and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go.
I’m only asking that you turn the page. Continue reading. And let the next story begin.
And if anyone ever asks what became of me you relay my life in all its wander, and it with a simple, and modest, he died.

-from Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium

The Black Book

So I saw this video randomly by a good indie filmmaker…

hahaha… and it also got me thinking, oh yeah, what if I die today?

I suddenly remembered the key-holed black book I have bedside (a.k.a. my diary)… when I die, I want that published! (haha!) not that I want everything that is in it (sheesh). some entries are even undone, but this is just so to fulfill my dream to publish my own book. (masabi lang)

So there, just a quick thought. I hope my family reads this when I die.